"If there truly is an ancient battlefield yet unclaimed, I might consider releasing you," Fang Lin said.
"I am not lying to you, but how can I trust you? If I lead you to that ancient battlefield and you go back on your word and do not let me leave, what then?" the woman in the black dress said, her eyes fixed on Fang Lin.
Fang Lin sneered, "In truth, you are not qualified to negotiate with me. As for whether I'll release you, it depends on whether the ancient battlefield you speak of is truly valuable."
The woman in the black dress looked troubled, yet she knew that she was now under Fang Lin's control, her life held in his hands, indeed not in a position to negotiate.
"I will take you there, but you must let me restore my body first. That ancient battlefield is filled with a menacing aura, and I cannot take you inside in my current state," the woman in the black dress said.
Fang Lin, hearing this, pondered briefly and nodded.
